This is a song about "Death and peace"

Might as well pre pay

And death, beaten will decay

Love and peace but killin the mic

I never crack i got that chap stick

And we scream "fuck the world" while disturbing the peace,

Y'all be the next in the long line of war stories

Got her going down, no teeth

And you'll leave in one peace

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Pound cake, me and kid freestyle, peace out,

And peace to this young warrior,

I’m like a drug dealer